Boss Parodia / Italian Version: Oh Moxxie / Helluva

He sang of sniper rifles and heartbreak, of poisons and pasta, his gestures becoming more operatic with every verse. Millie joined in, her harmony adding a violent edge to the beautiful melody. Even Loona looked up from her phone for a split second, unimpressed but not actively Hating it.

"Moxxie! My favorite little meatball!" Blitzø shouted, striking a pose. "The cameras are rolling, Loona is halfway through a bottle of Chianti, and the target is in position. It’s time for the big 'Parodia' number! Give me passion! Give me drama! Give me... whatever '🤌' means!" OH MOXXIE / HELLUVA BOSS PARODIA / Italian Version

Moxxie sighed, straightened his bowtie, and stepped into the spotlight. As the accordion began a frantic, minor-key polka, he cleared his throat. He sang of sniper rifles and heartbreak, of

Blitzø wiped a fake tear from his eye. "Beautiful. Stunning. Now, someone go clean up the mess. We still have to film the part where Moxxie gets hit with a giant wheel of parmesan." "Moxxie